Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Stolen Child

by W. B. Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest … Continue reading

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Home again, home again…

And none the worse for our adventures. This is a just-a-wave post, because I’ve so much to do right now that I can’t write all I should like to. This is, of course, the story of my life, these days. … Continue reading

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